Act One, Scene One (Contemplative silence in car as mom and son drive home.)
Peanut One: Mom, I'm beginning to like Dad better than you.
Me: Really . . . why?
Peanut One: Well . . . he carries me around more than you do.
Me: Hmmm.
Peanut One: And Mom . . . do you have any wood?
Me: No, I don't.
Peanut One (disappointed): Oh.
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